Voice of Dragonland

Legolas held the blade with his bare hands, trying to pull it away from his neck with all his strength, but somehow there was no resistance.

The blade fell quietly in his hand, as if he had fallen asleep.

"You are stronger than me." Selosta lowered her eyes, "I had no chance to put the sword on your throat, why, why didn't you kill me?"

"Do you want to ask why?" Legolas's eyes were sharp, and the vigilance that was taut was straightforward, "Why didn't you do it?"

"Because someone has to kill the dragon outside." Selosta pushed Legolas away, clutched the bleeding wound on his waist, and slowly got up, with a deliberately suppressed voice that was so soft that he could barely be heard by Legolas. Golas heard, "One of the two of us has to complete this mission in his place."

Thranduil jerked away from Legolas, glanced briefly at the wound on his neck, and stared back at Cylosta.

In addition to the sternness and anger in the eyes, there is also a hatred that Selostar has never seen.

He covered the wound on his waist and smiled a little, "ADA, I still have a few words to discuss with Legolas, give me some time, it won't be long."

Thranduil was about to scold, but Legolas stopped him, "Can you wait for me for a while?"

The tone is gentle but firm, and there is no room for refutation or doubt.

Thranduil hesitated to speak, lowered his eyes for a moment, and silently retreated to the entrance of the cave.Selosta looked greedily at his figure, fascinatedly recalling the warmth and silence by his side in the past.

"What do you want to say?" Legolas' voice was a little cold.

"I'll give you the dragon scale. You have to promise me that he won't be put in danger." Selosta held the dragon scale upside down, with the blade of the sword against his elbow, and handed it to Legolas flatly, with hostility in his eyes Little by little, finally there is only a little sluggishness, a little daze, "Also, I hate you."

"Why, you don't slay the dragon yourself?" Legolas didn't take the dragon scale immediately.

"I don't want to admit it, but I do..." Selosta shook her head, "I'm inexperienced."

"Are you willing to give it to me?"

"So what if you don't want to be reconciled?" Selosta sighed long, as if all the remaining strength had been lost from her body with this long sigh, "I never gave up, but I made more and more mistakes. I never really got his heart, even if I Selling his soul in exchange for evil magic, even if I force him to die, he will eventually..." The last three words were stuck on the tip of his teeth, cold to the bone, but stubbornly refused to utter, "I can't... let him hate me... "

"So, this provocation again and again is to provoke me and compete with me?" Legolas avoided the deep pain in his eyes, and looked at the mottled hole in the cave wall.

"Well, only in this way, you will swing the knife at me under the prohibition of ADA." He seemed to be exhausted, and he bent over the wound on his waist, but the hand holding the sword was as firm as cast iron. Without moving an inch, "Legolas, if you love him, don't let him get the sword!"

Legolas was silent for a moment, then took the dragon scale, "I will."

The tentacle of the sword hilt was warm, and Ragolas didn't think about whether it was the heat energy of the dragon scale itself or the heat of Cylosta's blood.

"Get up, I'll bandage your wound, he reached out to help Selosta.

The outstretched hand was knocked away, Selosta lowered his head, and said bitterly, "I hate you, stay away from me."

"I won't let him get close to you to bandage your wound." Legolas lowered his voice, "You think about it."

"I can do it myself." Selosta still maintained a stooped posture, her voice was trembling uncontrollably, but she forcibly suppressed it, trying to look indifferent.

Legolas sighed, turned and walked out.

He knows better than Selosta the pain of unrequited love.

It will be as low as dust, without any pretense or exaggeration.

Even being humble is a right.

"ADA..."

Legolas heard Selosta's desperate and mournful murmur, coming from the depths of his heart, every syllable was soaked in blood and tears, so heavy that he lost the courage to stand up.

Thranduil's eyes fell on Legolas' shoulder.

Legolas met his gaze, but found that there was a bit of emptiness in that gaze.He reached out and wiped the blood from Thranduil's cheek, "It's time."

Thranduil's peripheral vision fell on Selosta's body, but for a moment, like the moment when snowflakes fell on the surface of a frozen lake, it condensed and then disappeared.

He held out his hand, "Give me the dragon scale."

Legolas, "I have succeeded once, I have experience."

"This is an order." Thranduil raised his voice, stern and fierce.

"I disobey." Legolas casually walked past him, touched Thranduil's annoyed body that was almost stiff, and stretched out his hand to hold his arm, "Let's go, make a quick decision, the fight is over I'm going to beat that kid, you can't stop me."

Thranduil's breath was short and disordered.

Probably really angry.

None of the children are obedient and worry-free, and when they meet each other, they will fight with swords and swords, and anyone else will be half-dead with anger.

Not to mention the love and obsession between the three of them to the edge of life and death.

Legolas stopped, "We have a good chance of winning. When the battle is over, we will be punished and punished according to your orders."

Thranduil sighed.

The long sigh echoed and diffused in the cave, overwhelmed the ardor of the dragon fire, pushed away the clenched obsession in the heart, and finally disappeared in the breath.

"Let's go." Thranduil clenched his long knife tightly, "Look at the timing, we don't have a second chance."

Legolas didn't answer, and the first time he walked out of the cave, he lowered his body and jumped into the steaming flames.

Thranduil jumped up and passed through the tiny gap of the flame spray. The long knife spread in the air, resembling the wide wings of a falcon, and swooped down with the howling sound of death.

Under the transpiration of smoke and fire, a huge golden eyelid loomed.

Thranduil saw his own figure in it, approached quickly, enlarged a little bit, seemed to be trapped in the golden flocculent iris.

The long knife reflected a cold luster in it, and it only took a blink of an eye to pierce this cold and evil pupil.

The tip of the knife hit the strong object, and Thranduil didn't notice when this dark, thick, and slightly curved object appeared.

He frowned and took a closer look, it was the dragon's claw.

While resisting, the dragon claw waved, lifted his body, and knocked him into the air.

A weightless fall ensues.

Legolas was beside the dragon, and before he could respond, his heart twitched suddenly, praying for Thranduil's safety.

Thranduil wanted to turn his body sideways in mid-air and land in the lightest posture, but the severe pain in his ribs made his posture awkward and slow.

Seeing Longyan follow.A figure flew towards him at an extremely fast speed, and dashed forward with Thranduil in between.

Narrowly avoiding Longyan's pursuit.

And the dragon claws crashed down in a pressing posture, intending to crush them into dust.

Thranduil pushed Selosta away with his backhand and rolled on the spot.

The dragon's claw landed and fell into the rock three points, the gravel splashed, smoke and dust flew, and the sound of rumbling was endless.

The scream suddenly exploded in the ears, and the whole cave shook like an earthquake, causing the two of them to tense their bodies and resist the sound that pierced their chests.Thranduil got up from the shaky ground, and stared anxiously at the place where the dragon was coiled.

The huge dragon head swings back and forth, as if trying to get rid of the thorns that fell on it. The bat wings flap, and the fierce and hot hurricane circles from under the wings, bringing up a piece of flying sand and rocks, and hitting the rock wall with crackling sounds.

While the smoke, dust and sand were raging, Thranduil finally saw the figure of Legolas, standing on the side of the dragon's head, with the long sword slanted into the dragon's neck.

Legolas stabbed too early with the sword, and the position was shifted. Instead of hitting the vital point, Palato stood up agitatedly and slammed towards the rock wall frantically.

Seeing that Legolas could not stand firmly on the violently shaking dragon head, he could only hold the sword hilt tightly to stabilize his figure so as not to be thrown off the dragon body.

Thranduil ran forward again, but was tightly grabbed by the arm.

"No, you can't get close! That dragon is crazy, now is not the best time to attack!" Selosta's voice was sharp and eager.

"Find a place to hide!" Thranduil waved his hand away, and was about to rush forward.

"ADA! I'm going with you!" Selostra gestured forward.

The skirt of his clothes was grabbed suddenly, and the huge force caused him to fly up, like a fallen leaf caught in a storm. He lost control of himself and could only move forward with the direction of the wind.

The back hit the rock wall heavily, bounced back immediately, and fell to the ground.A mouthful of blood was sprayed on the ground, and was quickly evaporated by the hot air, leaving only a stain of color.

"ADA..." also murmured, and there was only despair in the words.

Thranduil took one last look at him, then ran forward.

There was his last tenderness in that look.

belongs to the father.

Belongs to loved ones.

But there is no love he wants.

And he clearly saw Thranduil chasing Legolas' figure and struggling to move forward, his eyes were full of love...

He laughed lowly, "If... Legolas died in this battle, would you hate me and hand over the dragon scale to him?"

Will you come back to me and make me your only comfort once more?

can you?

He stood up with difficulty, with severe pain in his chest, bloody smell could be faintly smelled in his breath, and he couldn't lift his arms.His ribs are broken.Thranduil calculated his strength accurately and cut off the possibility of him fighting on the field.

This is the last protection, but also a resolute rejection.

Reject him forever apart from his life and death.

Selosta smiled and swallowed the salty fish in his mouth, the pain in his sunken ribs pinned him to the ground, unable to move.He stared blankly at the small brown blood stain on the ground.

He simply thought that fighting to the death and choosing what he loved, even if he stabbed him to death, would be better than living in the desert.

The knife fell in the end, but it was a pain he couldn't bear at all.

He watched the pain like a heavy chariot run over his body, crushing him beyond redemption. He cried, begged, and angry, but he could only watch him walk away a little bit firmly,

He doesn't love him.

A drop of water fell on the brown blood, and quickly evaporated.

Selosta bit her lower lip, stood up slowly, and looked at the evil dragon that couldn't stop churning and hitting the rock wall.